Storms bouncing around the Valley at a crazy pinball angle this afternoon, and me here just hoping I don't have to water my garden, but still get to go out for dog date with Sven and Bean. Always trying to have my cake and eat it too! The little stray cat hasn't come in screaming today yet, which is unusual. I wonder if the little girls down the street absorbed her into their menagerie; I saw them playing with her last night. It's always better to think that these cats get swept up into loving households than the alternative, but I've seen so many of them come and go by now, it's hard to hold much real sorrow for it. To speak of antipathy, I'll also report that I set a trap for the groundhog who I think is eating my swiss chard, my sunflower tops, my tomato blossoms. 

I'm in the mood for cold, fresh things to make. I found a good recipe for a shrimp linguine with corn, arugula, lemon, basil, olive oil, and white wine. I want to make cold, crunchy salads and keep them in my fridge to eat over the sink after runs. My run was very bad today; I felt so slow and heavy, the air felt hot and still. On mile 3 of 5, my car guy called, and is trying to get me to pay almost 400 dollars for some kind of light assembly replacement. How can it be so much money for a light? 

 Am I feeling burned out? Am I feeling tired? I want to write a story. I want to read something old back to myself and feel the comfort of it like a tick, like chewing on a hangnail or touching your face when you're nervous.